About Me
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I'm a writer. To the Core. A classic Weirdo. Crazy, Insane, bored, psychotic and deranged. yeah. thats me to sum up... if you wanna know more, hit me at www.imagine.blogintro.com
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Interests
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im a compulsive reader, currently working on a book, love cooking, gardening, am a classical singer, love art of any sort, volunteering and travelling (specially places not much explored)
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Favorite Movies
When Harry Met Sally, You've got mail, City of Angels, Someone Like You, CLockwork Orange, Split Infinity, Pulp Fiction, Akele Hum Akele Tum, Aandhi, Masoom, Stepmom, Father of The Bride and many many more.
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Favorite Books
To kill a mocking bird, Hannibal, Interpreter of Maladies, GLass Palace Hundred Years of Solitude, Memoirs of a Geisha, Shawshank Redemption.
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Favorite Quote
If you have an opinion, keep it to yourself.
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Journal
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The shining moondrops dance around your lips... as the winds start fiddling with you hair. You stretch a little and hold on closer to him... as he speeds into the silent night. he is warm and you feel him seeping into you. the road is slick with the recent rains. and its getting colder. but he is warm. you are warm. and comfortable.
The trees wave at you as you whirl past them. they would be waiting for you when you return. its a comfort. to know that they'll be there. you feel more connected to them then to him. but he is a nice boy. cares a little for you too. so thats that.
The clouds have all left tonight. so that you can have a closer look at your best friend. and there it is. shining as bright as ever. gaunt in the sky. sprinkling me with its unfixed love... its not yet learnt to shower. but someday i will teach it...
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